love you hell

Originally a quiet sacrificial ceremony, because of the confrontation between Xia Wei and Xia Qing, father and daughter, there has been a change.

There are ghosts and spirits pouring in from outside the gate, and even if the people inside can't see them, they still feel discomfort and depression.

"The ceremony is over, leave through the doors on both sides." Xia Lin's voice suddenly sounded. Xia Wei's younger brother, whose father died, was separated after his grandfather's death, but he was also the one closest to the direct line. Compared with his younger brother Xia Nuo, And she's got a hell of a talent.

Even if it is the blood of the Xia family, only some people have this talent, the probability is higher than ordinary people, not everyone is like this.

To a certain extent, this is also one of the reasons why the Xia family's family rules have so many requirements on direct descendants.

Given that the first and second members of the Xia family were going to fight, Xia Rin, who was ranked third, of course had to stand up and control the situation. The first thing was to let everyone leave, especially ordinary people who didn't know how to protect themselves. It is easy to be eroded in such a large amount of Yin Qi.

Watching the crowd slowly withdraw from both sides, Xia Nuo looked at Zheng Jing: "Officer Zheng, do you want to go out together?"

"..." Zheng Jing didn't answer, but just looked at the Ah Piao above the hall without blinking.

It seems that the policeman is very persistent. Did Xiaoqing take a fancy to her?Xia Nuo murmured in his heart, and stood leaning against the wall with his arms folded, deciding not to go out by himself.

However, there were fewer and fewer people, and Xia Nuo found it boring.In his eyes, he could only see living people. The uncle and the little cousin stood there motionless and faced each other, and the sister was dispersing the crowd again. What is the point?

So, Xia Nuo turned his mind on Zheng Jing again.

"Officer Zheng, what did you see?" Xia Nuo asked curiously.

Zheng Jing listened to Xia Nuo's words, but the voice seemed to go around in her brain and then came out from the other side.

She could answer Xia Nuo's question, but at this moment she couldn't say a word.

In the air, those ghosts that are almost identical to living people - except that they can fly - are lined up behind Xia Qing and Xia Wei, facing each other just like the two of them.

Xia Wei looked at the number on Xia Qing's side, and stared at Xia Qing: "It seems that you have already made preparations."

"I didn't expect that you would choose to inherit the family name at this time, but it's always good just in case." Xia Qing's voice was so cold.

"Hmph." Xia Wei snorted coldly, "You are for that person? A woman?"

Xia Qing raised her eyebrows: "Is this what you're talking about now? Old man."

The two conversations were obviously not settled. The two father and daughter gave an order almost at the same time, and the group of ghosts that were already ready to go screamed at each other and gathered into a group in an instant.

Even Xia Lin, who has seen many similar scenes, couldn't help concentrating on his luck and setting up some anti-yin spells around himself, staring at the two groups of ghosts closely, but the next scene still made everyone They were all shocked.

"Hey third aunt's brother-in-law next door neighbor, I heard that you got a piece of fragrant wood a while ago, how do you feel?"

"Grandson? Where's my precious grandson? Come to Grandpa!"

"Old Wang sees you again! Come on, I lost to you last time, this time I have to get it back!"

"Hey, his eldest aunt, you said that the two father and daughter knew that they would not really fight, why did they insist on doing this?"

"Haha, don't care what they are doing, we can sit down and chatter, I heard that the gray wolf demon on the other side of the mountain has become stronger again!"

Amidst the chatter of these ghosts, a grand battle of hundreds of ghosts suddenly became a daily chatter, and a few ghosts even pulled out materialized tables to play mahjong.

Xia Wei and Xia Qing were still at war with each other, Xia Wei paused for a while, then suddenly asked: "Still blaming me for what happened back then?"

Xia Qing was startled, and she nodded after a moment of silence: "Yes." This was the first time Xia Qing answered this point calmly and clearly.At the beginning, Xia Qing used silence to fight silently. Even though Xia Wei had captured countless ghosts and living people in his life, he couldn't think of a solution.

"Did you bring that person back to fight against me on purpose?" Xia Wei asked again.

No one looked at Zheng Jing, but everyone knew who Xia Wei was asking.

"Of course not." Xia Qing raised her eyebrows, her tone was affirmative, "I just want to bring her back to see a different world. As for your matter, old man, it is between us and cannot be related to anyone."

Xia Wei looked at Xia Qing, the little daughter was already so old back then, she had her own ideas, and would not listen to any of his arrangements.

"The Xia family, are you going to end it in my hands?" Xia Wei couldn't help murmuring, at this moment Xia Wei looked like an old ordinary person.

Xia Qing smiled: "The moment your mother died, shouldn't you be mentally prepared for this?"

"..." Xia Wei looked at Xia Qing silently, and finally waved his hand, "It's up to you, as long as you don't regret it."

"Of course not." Xia Qing replied very simply, announcing that this matter would end with Xia Wei's concession.

Things went smoother than expected, Xia Qing glanced at the ghosts who were having a heated conversation, decided to let them play, and turned to Zheng Jing.

At this moment, Zheng Jing was completely frozen just because she witnessed the existence of ghosts. Her whole body was as cold as if she had fallen into an ice cave, and she was stiff and motionless.

The moment Xia Qing looked over, she had almost reached her limit. Before her eyes went dark, the last thing she saw was Xia Qing's eyes that looked over with a smile turned panic and anxious, and ran over immediately.

During the coma, Zheng Jing had a long dream.

In her dream, she saw her grandmother who had passed away when she was young, and her little self.

When she woke up suddenly, she found herself in a strange room. After her brain cleared up, she realized that this was Xia Qing's bedroom. I saw a lot of bad things at the sacrificial ceremony of the Xia family.

"You're awake." Xia Qing's voice came from one side, and a bowl of water appeared in front of Zheng Jing's eyes, "How do you feel?"

"..." Zheng Jing didn't go to pick it up, but turned to look at Xia Qing, "Is there really a ghost?"

"I have already said that there are ghosts in this world, and there are many things that ordinary people cannot see." Xia Qing sat down beside her, and put the bowl on the bedside, "Drinking this will help your body. "

Zheng Jing glanced at the bowl of water—or it should be said that it was water with added ingredients, and finally picked it up and drank it in one breath: "Why did I suddenly see it?"

"...The eye drops that Sister Rin gave you are made from the tears of cows as one of the raw materials. Ordinary people can see these drops."

Zheng Jing stopped, and sat there in a daze.

After a while, when Xia Qing thought that Zheng Jing was thinking about other issues, Zheng Jing suddenly hugged her head and rolled on the bed complaining: "Oh, I'm afraid of ghosts!"

Xia Qing was stunned, and seeing Zheng Jing struggling to roll left and right, she finally laughed: "Hehe, Officer Zheng, you have handled so many cases and seen so many criminals, are you afraid of ghosts?" ?”

"I'm afraid, can't I?" Zheng Jing stopped, and finally realized how stupid she is now, she didn't dare to look at Xia Qing's expression, and said with her neck stuck.

"Okay." Xia Qing said with a smile.

Zheng Jing held her head and covered it for a while, then suddenly said: "I was dreaming just now, and I dreamed about something from my childhood."

Xia Qing looked at Zheng Jing and responded, expressing that she was listening: "Yes."

"It seems like I went swimming once, in a small reservoir in the countryside, and saw a water ghost looking for a substitute there." Zheng Jing recalled a little bit, "I didn't know it at the time, I just thought it was a water ghost. The little brother who came to play together almost followed him to the bottom of the water."

Xia Qing also understood the persistence and determination of the water ghost who was looking for a substitute. Although she saw that Zheng Jing had grown to such a big size, she was still sweating unconsciously.

"Later, it was my grandma who called me from the shore and called me back." Zheng Jing spoke slowly, as if recalling a little bit, "After that, grandma didn't let me go out alone, and always It’s telling me that when someone I don’t know calls me, I must not answer and run home quickly.”

"If you respond to ghosts with ulterior motives calling your name, you will easily be possessed by them or even your soul will leave your body." Seeing Zheng Jing stop, Xia Qing added something to what she said.

"Probably so." Zheng Jing thought for a while, "Anyway, when I was a child, I could always see those bad things. Some of them looked like ordinary people, and there was no difference at all, but some... just looked like they died, which was terrible. The ground is very." Speaking of this, Zheng Jing didn't know what kind of picture she thought of, and she shivered.

Xia Qing saw Zheng Jing's reaction in her eyes, and changed the subject calmly: "Did your grandmother leave you the Buddhist bead string you brought before?"

"Yes." Zheng Jing reached out to touch the string of Buddhist beads on her wrist, "I've been wearing it since I was a child, and I feel at ease with it—" The words stopped abruptly, and she only touched her own wrist, the Buddhist beads that should have been on her wrist It disappeared, "Huh? Where are my prayer beads?" She anxiously flipped through the quilt to find them.

"...here." Xia Qing raised her hand to hold down Zheng Jing's movement, picked up a small box on the bedside table and handed it to Zheng Jing.The small box was filled with Buddhist beads one after another, and there was a broken thread, "Before, the hall was too cloudy, and it was against the Buddhist beads. The rope broke when you fainted."

In the hall...Zheng Jing subconsciously shivered again, refusing to think about the scene of the ghosts dancing, and looked at the Buddhist beads in the box worriedly: "This has to be strung with a new string."

Almost at the moment when Zheng Jing's voice fell, a white-haired old man suddenly appeared between the two of them.